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Ghostbuster Becomes Nose Buster

Who ya gonna call, McG?

McG earning extra douche point for his facial hair

McG earning extra douche point for his facial hair

Director Joseph McGinty Nichol, or as he refers to himself, McG, is a notoriously stressful director to work for.  After all, our own Mr. Squee lost his shit on the set Terminator Salvation over something the director should have taken care of long before it got to melting point for President Bale.  He’s also  hated by fanboys and well, most people in the industry, in general.  He knows what the general opinion of him is.

“It’s partly the name,” says McG, relaxing on a sofa in the offices of his production company Wonderland Sound & Vision. “I mean what kind of asshole goes around calling himself McG? It’s real fun to hate that guy.”

Of course, it never would occur to a guy who calls himself McG that if he is ill-received, in part, because he has a dooshy nickname, that maybe he should call himself something else, like, oooh, I don’t know, “Joseph Nichol”? Of course, that removes your excuse, but that’s another article all together.

Let's show this prehistoric doosh how we do things downtown

Let's show this prehistoric doosh how we do things downtown

He seems to be trying to keep his doosh rep alive and well, and now he’s pissed off Dr. Peter Venkman–pissed him off badly.  I mean, so badly that Murray planted his head into McG’s smug mug. Realistically, people should be shaming Bill Murray, but you know you’re an asshat when the world applauds your public nutting.  Murray declined comment, but McG had this to say:

McG declines to comment any further than he already has, but points out that movie sound stages can be stressful places where creative battles sometimes become heated. Particularly, it seems, on his sound-stages. “I’m reintroducing the fist-fight to movie sets,” he smiles. “I don’t think there’s been a film I’ve made where there hasn’t been some kind of physical fight. I mean, I’ve been headbutted by an A-list star. Square in the head. An inch later and my nose would have been obliterated.” Will he be revealing any names? “Nah, I probably shouldn’t,” he smiles. “But it was Bill Murray. Y’know, it’s a passionate industry.”

In other words, he had nothing left to say except, “It was Bill Murray!”  Go, go McG.  You’ve done so much to repair your public image.

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June 3, 2009 - Posted by | Celebrity Shenanigans, Doosh Watch 2009 | , , , , , ,

5 Comments »

  1. I knew I loved Bill Murray for a reason, and not just for What About Bob.

    And Groundhog Day.

    And Ghostbusters.

    And even Rushmore.

    And Lost in Translation.

    And…

    God, even Caddyshack…

    Comment by TheHobo | June 3, 2009 | Reply

  2. I love The Bill. He drunk drives golf carts and even if he whacks you in the head with a golf ball he’ll give you tummy tickles.

    Comment by cookiebees | June 3, 2009 | Reply

  3. I just wish I hadn’t drunk all that cough syrup this morning.

    BOOM-chucka-lucka-lucka
    BOOM-chucka-lucka-lucka
    BOOM-chucka-lucka-lucka
    BOOM!

    That’s the fact, Jack!

    Comment by WhoMee | June 3, 2009 | Reply

  4. WhoMee: For a second I thought “What is he on about?” then I went “STRIPES!” I haven’t watched Stripes in forever. It may be time.

    Comment by oneofthevoicesinmyhead | June 5, 2009 | Reply

  5. Some very interesting and insightful thoughts. I like this.

    Comment by golf ball washer | June 15, 2009 | Reply


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